"Good!" exclaimed Jimmy, glancing at Carter. "I 'll have this here carving all done by then."
There was a sudden scrambling and thumping overhead and hot exclamations zephyred down to them. Carter dashed to the door, while the others reached for rifles and began to take up positions.
"See 'em, Hank?" cried Carter anxiously.
"See what?" came a growl from above.
"Injuns, of course, you d—d fool!"
"Naw," snorted Hank. "There ain't no Injuns out at all, not after Jimmy got that one."
"Then what 's th' matter?"
"My dawg's lickin' yore dawg. Sic him, Pete! Hi, there! Don't you run!"
"My dawg still gettin' licked?" grinned Carter.
"I 'll swap you," offered Hank promptly. "Mine can lick yourn, anyhow."
"In a race, mebby."
"H—l!" growled Hank, cautiously separating himself from a patch of hot resin that had exuded
